Mother is 92

My dear Frances and I are in Memphis this weekend to visit my mother on her 92nd birthday. Mother's birthday falls exactly one week after mine. I'm on the 18th, she's on the 25th, it's always been that way. I was born the week before she turned 21. She's not as angry as she once was, at least on the surface. She had a stroke last year and is now confined to a wheel chair. Her caregiver seems to be faithfully and competently engaged with mother's care and well being. For that I am grateful.

Keep smilin'